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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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So, if you ever get the chance to visit, gear up for unexpected turns, quirky chat rendezvous, and a few mind-bending twists—Uniao-da-Vitoria’s got it all, in every crack and cobblestone. Trust me, this city's vibe will massage your soul, just like I massage your aches. And hey, remember my nod to Moonrise Kingdom? This place is just as surreal and fulla heart, man. Enjoy the ride, be ready for surprises—and yeah, I might drop another random "I ate his liver with fava beans!" now and then, just for kicks.

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